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And the way is strange down to your heart. And the path is wide and grows ever dark. The hour grows late and it's time to go. I cannot stay here anymore.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Down to your heart
And the way is strange down to your heart. And the path is wide and grows ever dark. The hour grows late and it's time to go. I cannot stay here anymore.
This is something i am going to add to down the line.
hannah-jean-barrass
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
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